Isla
"Oh? What would you have not done? I know our date wasn't exactly the stuff of romance novels towards the end, but I thought it was quite a magical night up until it went gloriously tits up," Isla says, unable to stop the giggle from escaping her lips at the memory. It's far enough in the past now to be amusing, especially given that they had made up for it afterwards. (The very last time they'd taken advantage of each other in that way, in fact, and that is something she definitely regrets not savouring).
"Because Keep Out signs have notoriously drawn more trouble than they are worth, you're right. You'd be saved by lunchtime the next day," Isla agrees. And while Remi tries to tether the monsters inside himself against the words she says next, the Remedy merely stands through it, aware of the way he tenses but knowing better than to look right up at him and draw attention to it directly.
"Yes, he did," she murmurs softly. "And I'm sorry that it makes you unhappy, Remi. I am." Hypocritical and possessive it might be; Isla is still sorry.
"Because Keep Out signs have notoriously drawn more trouble than they are worth, you're right. You'd be saved by lunchtime the next day," Isla agrees. And while Remi tries to tether the monsters inside himself against the words she says next, the Remedy merely stands through it, aware of the way he tenses but knowing better than to look right up at him and draw attention to it directly.
"Yes, he did," she murmurs softly. "And I'm sorry that it makes you unhappy, Remi. I am." Hypocritical and possessive it might be; Isla is still sorry.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
